Third Person’s POV
A breathy, pained groan—Aurelia had pulled Violet’s hair into a side ponytail for her and even through the haze of pain, Violet had managed a small, grateful smile.
Gold eyes.
All of their eyes, Aurelia realized, were different now.
Even Cronan’s had shifted to a cool blue and, where he sat behind Violet, humming softly, causing ripples in the water—and Terrestris.
Aurelia shouldn’t have been surprised to see T here, knelt beside the tub, holding out his hand to Violet who almost unconsciously took it. He, too, hummed softly, head bowed, green eyes averted. Cronan didn’t even complain, understanding in his expression. “Aurelia,” he called.
She quirked a brow as Cronan held Violet’s free hand out. She took her hand and Violet leaned back n
